A boy who runs with wolves is not here to be loved

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thepostpoetry:


life is backwards. 
when you hang out at a bar, you take a shower to 
cleanse the smell of cigarettes & beer from your hair. 
when your heart is broken, you drink yourself to
oblivion until you cleanse the painful memories from your brain. 
well, my hair covers my brain; 
i thought if i rinsed them both with hot water, i would be able to cleanse every inch of my existence. 
it’s been months since i saw you, and i still smell like
your second beer on a wednesday night, after work. 
why did i allow you to trace my skin?
why did i bring you to the bar with all of my friends?
you are not the one who smells of empty bars & love lost. 
it is me. 
it is me with the childhood issues. 
it is me who is still attached. 
life is backwards. 
i never drank before we broke up
and now i drink enough to file for divorce. 
the most backwards thing of all is that 
i never wanted you
and now, i always wanted you. 
Retrograde by T.R.S.J. 

Poetry by: @foxesandtales
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This is me!
Sep 30, 2014 / 5 notes

thepostpoetry:

life is backwards. 

when you hang out at a bar, you take a shower to 

cleanse the smell of cigarettes & beer from your hair. 

when your heart is broken, you drink yourself to

oblivion until you cleanse the painful memories from your brain. 

well, my hair covers my brain; 

i thought if i rinsed them both with hot water, i would be able to cleanse every inch of my existence. 

it’s been months since i saw you, and i still smell like

your second beer on a wednesday night, after work. 

why did i allow you to trace my skin?

why did i bring you to the bar with all of my friends?

you are not the one who smells of empty bars & love lost. 

it is me. 

it is me with the childhood issues. 

it is me who is still attached. 

life is backwards. 

i never drank before we broke up

and now i drink enough to file for divorce. 

the most backwards thing of all is that 

i never wanted you

and now, i always wanted you. 

Retrograde by T.R.S.J. 

Poetry by: @foxesandtales

Submit your handwritten poems to #thepostpoetry here.

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This is me!

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What if a child dreamed of becoming something other than what society had intended? What if a child aspired to something greater?
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Moey Hoque
Blanket of rain.
Sep 28, 2014 / 2,566 notes

cerceos:

Moey Hoque

Blanket of rain.

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life is backwards. 
when you hang out at a bar, you take a shower to 
cleanse the smell of cigarettes & beer from your hair. 
when your heart is broken, you drink yourself to
oblivion until you cleanse the painful memories from your brain. 
well, my hair covers my brain; 
i thought if i rinsed them both with hot water, i would be able to cleanse every inch of my existence. 
it has been months since i saw you, and i still smell like
your second beer on a wednesday night, after work. 
why did i allow you to trace my skin?
why did i bring you to the bar with all of my friends?
you are not the one who smells of empty bars & love lost. 
it is me. 
it is me with the childhood issues. 
it is me who is still attached. 
life is backwards. 
i never drank before we broke up
and now i drink enough to file for divorce. 
the most backwards thing of all is that 
i never wanted you
and now, i always wanted you. 
Retrograde by T.R.S.J. 
Sep 28, 2014 / 4 notes

life is backwards. 

when you hang out at a bar, you take a shower to 

cleanse the smell of cigarettes & beer from your hair. 

when your heart is broken, you drink yourself to

oblivion until you cleanse the painful memories from your brain. 

well, my hair covers my brain; 

i thought if i rinsed them both with hot water, i would be able to cleanse every inch of my existence. 

it has been months since i saw you, and i still smell like

your second beer on a wednesday night, after work. 

why did i allow you to trace my skin?

why did i bring you to the bar with all of my friends?

you are not the one who smells of empty bars & love lost. 

it is me. 

it is me with the childhood issues. 

it is me who is still attached. 

life is backwards. 

i never drank before we broke up

and now i drink enough to file for divorce. 

the most backwards thing of all is that 

i never wanted you

and now, i always wanted you. 

Retrograde by T.R.S.J. 

Sep 28, 2014 / 6 notes

tale #14

I am the son of a pastor. I am proud of the man my father has become, however, being a pastor’s son has caused me significant pain. Throughout my experience of relating to other pastor’s children, I have noticed pastor’s kids usually fall on two opposing ends of the spectrum: the rebel or the carbon copy. 

Pastor’s children are stereotyped as the rebel. Rebellion only makes sense. If you are expected to attend church every Sunday, be the first child in Sunday school, always be on your best behavior, you will become sick of these obligations. As soon as you taste freedom, it is likely you will want more. Freedom is the reason pastor’s children often rebel. You may see a pastor’s kid who is into drugs, alcohol, etc. Although he or she may claim to rebel against parental rules, the true reason for rebellion is to regain control. In other words, pastor’s children want to be able to make their own choices. 

On the other end of the spectrum is the carbon copy. The carbon copy is the child who never questions parental rules; he or she is obedient without second thought. You may see the carbon copy as the pastor’s kid who is always on time for church and sunday school, knows all of the rules, and is very well behaved. The carbon copy views obedience as the only option. Carbon copies never consider the possibility of freedom outside the views of the church. Usually, something happens to the carbon copy that exposes him or her to the world outside of the church walls. 

I was the carbon copy, however, I struggled with my identity. Throughout my childhood, I thought good deeds and obedience indicated I was a “good kid” and a “good Christian”. I followed the rules. I did what my parents instructed. I was on time for Sunday school. I attended Vacation Bible School. The main lesson I learned from this is I am loved for what I do and not for who I am. 

I have always felt pressure to be perfect: the perfect family, the perfect kid, the perfect student, the perfect citizen. I never feel as if I have a choice in anything. Follow the societal rules or face judgment and damnation. Do not cause any embarrassment to your family. The mask I wear is built on perfection. I have concealed my deepest struggles, fears, pains, and thoughts from my church family in fear of losing love. I knew if I admitted some of the things I have been through, I would be judged. I could only imagine the things I would hear throughout my so called community "Did you hear about the pastor’s son? I heard he drinks. I heard he has tattoos. I saw him at the bar making out with some girl". I lost my right to be human. 

Today, I stand in the middle of the spectrum. I never do well in “communities” because I never feel accepted. I attend church because I should, not because I truly want to be there. As soon as I find out someone from my church community is on social media, I either modify or delete my account. I don’t want them to know about my life. I want to maintain my privacy. I never show my face on Tumblr because I truly enjoy Tumblr and I don’t want people from my “home” to force me to leave. 

I will end with this: 

I see many people who aspire to be ministers. While this is great, please remember to be there for your children. Love them unconditionally. Remember your responsibility as a parent. Most importantly, accept them for who they are instead of twisting and turning them into who you think they ought to be.